Purananuru - Part 276

He is the much loved son of that old woman with her white hair
free of fragrant oils and her dried-up breasts with their nipples
shriveled like the fruit of an ironwood tree, she who has
so many virtues, and as if he were a few drops of curd
young herder women flick into a pot of milk
with their sharp nails, he pervades the enemy's army with pain.
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Pulavans
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